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Somedays I Iook in the mirror and I think

The meanest things, all the meanest things

Somedays I'm holding my self-worth up

By a string, a string

But every day that I don't hide myself away

To me, is a tiny victory

Some days it feels like a wreckin' ball swinging

Through my ribcage, my ribcage

Some nights I'm just a million broken pieces

Singing on a stage

I'm little more broken open but a little more free

And that's a tiny victory

And if battles can win a war

I can keep pickin' my sword up off the floor

And learn to treasure these

Tiny victories

Tiny victories

Some days givin' up on myself looks so

So easy to do, it's so easy to do

The struggle is slow, I'm barely movin' the needle

And the cracks may be few

But there's light coming through

And if battles can win a war


I can keep pickin' my sword up off the floor

And learn to treasure these

Tiny victories

Tiny victories

Tiny victories

Tiny victories

Every day that I don't hide myself away

Every day that I don't hide myself away

To me, is a tiny victory

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